"This is... His Highness the Prince’s!" Sensing the owner of the symbiotic leaf, Fanta beca even more tense: "How could His Highness hand such an important item to you!"
How did these beastn get this symbiotic leaf, and what were they doing here? Could it be to threaten the Elves?
In Fanta’s mind, he imagined a scene where His Highness the Prince was coerced into wrongfully leaving behind the symbiotic leaf.
But when His Highness reunited with them, his body had fully recovered. These beastn weren’t his match at all, let alone the fact that beastn knew absolutely nothing about the Elf Clan’s symbiotic leaf matter!
Max spoke amidst the astonished gazes of these Elves:
"I don’t know what this is, but this was left by your Prince, Evan. The person holding it was taken away by the Dragon Clan. We specially ca here to seek help from the Elves. Please help us contact Evan. Only Elves can help us find the direction to Dragon Island."
Dragon Clan?
This race was even more hated by Elves than beastn. The Elves present all exchanged doubtful glances. The Dragon Clan hadn’t been active on other continents for nearly ten thousand years. Apart from occasionally coming to cause trouble for the Elf Clan, they hadn’t heard of dragons appearing elsewhere.
After the purge ten thousand years ago, the Dragon Clan was very cautious. Coupled with the Dragon King’s managent, dragons of various kinds didn’t co out easily. How could they go to a small beastman tribe to catch a Snow Wolf?
Fanta looked cautiously at the symbiotic leaf. If His Highness actively gave the symbiotic leaf to the other party, then it must be soone extrely important to His Highness, not to be taken lightly.
He hesitated for a mont, took out a magic scroll from his bosom, and glided his fingertips over it. Mysterious and complex Elvish characters appeared one by one.
After describing the situation in detail, Fanta took out a stone slab, placed the scroll on it, and filled in a magic core. Imdiately, a small magic array appeared on the stone slab, and the scroll disappeared into it.
"Follow over here."
Having witnessed how the Prince treated these beastn at the Hadu tribe, Fanta couldn’t attack these Snow Wolves. Even if he sent a distress signal, Elves from afar would co to help; after all, this was Elf turf.
But now it was unnecessary. Fanta sighed, signaled the other Elves, and jumped forward.
Elves moved through the woods fast and stealthily. Fanta deliberately didn’t hide his figure so Max and the others wouldn’t get lost.
Otherwise, relying only on scent, Elves almost blended as one with nature and were very hard to find.
The Elves who stayed behind saw that not only did Fanta and the others return, but they also brought a pack of Snow Wolves. They were so startled they jumped up, almost knocking over the roasting at on the fire.
Kevin couldn’t help rubbing his belly. No choice; traveling a long distance in the dust consud too much energy, so it was easy to get hungry...
The surrounding Snow Wolves glanced at him expressionlessly, standing a bit further away from him out of embarrassnt.
"Why are there Snow Wolves!" an Elf cried out in surprise.
He looked at his companions who brought the beastn here, strongly suspecting they had fallen under so black magic.
Fanta pulled him over and explained in a low voice. This Elf’s face changed continuously, and it took a long ti before he accepted this reality.
"If you haven’t eaten, join us. His Highness will reply upon receiving the ssage, and we’ll see what to do then," Fanta said to the pack of Snow Wolves, distant but polite.
To et Elves here, and ones they had t before at that, saved a lot of trouble. With things going so smoothly, Max breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to wait for a reply.
...
"You damn brat, where do you want to go again! Let tell you, finding a Snow Wolf as a mate is enough to anger to death; you are not allowed to run out anymore!"
The sky was azure. A giant golden dragon, several sizes larger than Arthur, hovered in front of the two, blocking their path.
Arthur straightened his wings, shielding Eric from his grandfather’s gaze, which looked almost ready to devour soone alive: "I want to go live on the Illusion Continent. I won’t cause trouble for the Dragon Clan."
Kim Lan was nearly angry enough to have a stroke. His claws trembled as he spoke with disappointnt:
"Do you really want to anger to death to be satisfied? You, you, you! How can the Dragon Clan go live on the Illusion Continent? Leaving aside beastn, that is the territory of the Elf Clan. The Elves definitely won’t agree to the Dragon Clan going there!"
"The Illusion Continent is so big; not all of it belongs to the Elf Clan. There are still many unowned lands. Can they manage it all?" Arthur completely ignored his grandfather’s words.
So what if it’s Elves? If they co to fight, he’ll fight one on one. If he can’t win... well, dragons have thick skin anyway; they can’t be beaten to death.
Seeing that persuasion was fruitless and that the grandson he had spoiled since childhood was so disobedient - yet he couldn’t bear to beat him - Kim Lan shifted his anger:
"You, this Snow Wolf, don’t think I can’t see you hiding behind his back. If it weren’t for you, how would Arthur have this idea! You’re also a male; you can’t even lay dragon eggs!"
Eric was also dying of anger. It wasn’t like he actively wanted to co here, and moreover, he didn’t want to be Arthur’s mate: "The Dragon Clan really is unreasonable."
He muttered in a low voice, not sticking his head out to retort. If he provoked the other party, Arthur definitely couldn’t win, and it would be even harder for them to leave.
Who knew they would be so unlucky? Originally about to leave, suddenly this old dragon rushed over like lightning to block them.
Arthur comfortingly reached behind his back to pat him: "Grandfather, don’t look for trouble with my mate. It’s who wants to go to the Illusion Continent. There is a lot of delicious food there. Didn’t you also co to my cave to steal food these past few days?"
The dragon claw raised in mid-air suddenly stiffened. Kim Lan awkwardly retracted his claw and roared as if nothing had happened:
"In short, you can’t go. Do you treat Dragon Island’s rules as decorations! I was too indulgent with you before, causing not to know when I can hold a little golden dragon. Let’s see how you leave!"
He threw his head back and roared at the sky, emitting an incomprehensible ancient dragon chant.
Eric looked around carefully, only to see a semi-transparent magic array appear from above the old dragon’s head, gradually expanding, imdiately rushing into the sky, rging with another magic array, and then slowly disappearing.
"No one can get out now. From now on, even the Elf Clan shouldn’t be provoked. As for you, Arthur, the barrier has been reinforced. You don’t have the authority. Stay obediently on Dragon Island."
Like having a bucket of ice water poured over him, Eric’s hope of going ho was shattered instantly. He stuck his head out anxiously, about to say sothing, but was drowned out by Arthur’s voice.
"Grandfather!" Arthur said angrily: "Even if you lock here, I won’t lay dragon eggs for you, nor will I inherit the position of Dragon King! If you have this ti, you might as well go supervise my father so he can quickly birth another golden dragon for you."
Kim Lan was even angrier than him: "Do you think I don’t want to! Who asked your father to inherit so much from your grandmother? Giving birth to you was lucky enough!"
"Then who asked you not to find a golden dragon to lay eggs!" Arthur quickly retorted.
Kim Lan was made so angry by him that he spun in circles on the spot, helplessly flapping his wings. Giving up, he said: "Fine then. Before your parents give birth to the next golden dragon, don’t even think about taking this Snow Wolf away."
After speaking, he was too lazy to look at this brat who was about to anger him to death anymore and flew away quickly.
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